I TRIED TO LOOK AWAY, BUT IT WAS NO USE. I RETURNED MY GAZE TO MY DAUGHTER'S TEASINGLY
LEWD PLAY JUST AS SHE...!

eBook DESCRIPTION

Daddy is a well-respected Chief Forensic pathologist. His daughter, Mindy, wants
to be a "Death Investigator" just like daddy when she grows up. When a particular
body shows up, the result of a murder-suicide, Mindy gets the opportunity to re-enact
the crime scene with daddy... "You want me to climb onto your steel autopsy table
and play dead while you take photographs of me and play doctor with my… my private
parts, right Daddy?" she asks.

Body Play

eBook EXCERPT

"Sometimes," I said, clicking to a different photograph. The color printer behind
my desk started up. "What we're going to do is classified," I told her. "Not even
your Mother can know anything about it. Can I trust you professionally to never say
anything about anything: one professional death investigator is to another?"

A color photograph of the dead girl lying in a pool of blood on the living room floor
slid into the printer tray. I turned to get it, looked it over, then handed it to
my daughter.

"That's going to be you this evening." I said.

"I hope not literally," she teased.

"And that's your gun." She looked at the Glock in front of her on the desk. "Where
do you propose to hide it?"

She looked at the photograph of the dead girl's body, totally unfazed, and asked,
"Where did she hide it?"

"You can't see it in that photograph," I responded. "A pocketbook, which, by the
way, should have cued in somebody. The story goes that she finds her father dead,
supposedly, makes a call to 9-1-1, then opens the door when the cops arrive there
with her pocketbook in hand. She was hysterical and hadn't left the house. So why
was she walking around with her pocketbook in hand?"

"That's what you want me to do, Daddy?"

"The pistol goes in your pocketbook. At some point, you reach in for tissues because
you're boo-hooing, and you pull the gun and start shooting."

"Anything else?"

"Then you're going to get killed. Try to look pretty."

She smiled. "Anything else?"

"The way she's dressed." I looked at Jenny, trying to show in my eyes, exactly what
I wanted.

She knew instinctively.

"I don't have the exact same thing, Daddy" she replied, playing me a little, acting
naïve. "Will a bikini bathing suit do okay?"

Now Jenny; she's anything but naïve. I doubt she's even a virgin still. Probably
been fucking since kindergarten, I suspected.

"Well, Jenny, do whatever you need to approximate it. Notice that she's not wearing
any shoes or socks."

"She doesn't have on a bra on, or panties either, it looks to me."

"Then there's that."

"She looks like a slut."

"Okay," I said, a little exasperated. "Then do your best to look like a slut."